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❝ — I trust these people! I believe in the tomorrow that we build; they have offered their hand, and I intend to accept it.”
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She glances at Alisha quietly, then simply nods. ❛ And don't forget: you also have to master the Squirrelcarena, fluffy version. However, I am merciful enough to only request for you perform them one at a time. ❜
It's as close as she can get to indicating that she is willing to wait for Alisha to talk if she needs someone to listen. Maybe if Lailah or Rose were here, they'd get the point across much more easier than Edna on her own. She's seen Sorey have the same troubled look on his face before, even if he tries to hide it. This is no different with Alisha, but like usual, Edna struggles to show open support. No doubt, Zaveid would add stupid, unnecessary commentary about it again if he knew.
❛ The tea your maids served last time was a pleasant blend, ❜ she commends, nodding, ❛ so maybe some cake would go well with it. ❜ Dessert is a good pick-me-up. She thinks Alisha could use some sugar right now. ❛ I'm not picky with the kind, so feel free to surprise me. ❜
Her nose scrunches at the mention of the council. Lailah told her some things about them. Dummies. Dum-dums. Idiots.
❛ Enlighten me then. If it's going so well, then why does it also sound like it's about to crash and burn? ❜ After a beat, she adds, meaningfully, ❛ Tell me your thoughts, Alisha. ❜
"It seems I have much to live up to when it comes to these ceremonial dances. I appreciate your trust, Seraph Edna. Please do continue to guide me."
(The books in the palace and even Marlind's library had provided little on these ancient rites, but that would not deter Alisha in her search!"
Alisha had needed that journey with Rose to understand the connection between Edna's words and the true meaning behind them for although the seraph spoke little when in larger company each murmured thought mattered; even more so, when they were said with a bitter quip of carefree comment.
While Rose slept she, Lailah, and Edna had spoken at length about the end of the shepherd’s journey and although Edna brushed aside Symonne and her devotion to “Kittybeard” she knew the final fight with Heldalf, among many other things Alisha would likely never know, still stayed fresh in her and the others’ minds.
It seemed only right that Alisha could give them all a place of rest for the times they visited her as in her mind it was only returning the great gift they had given her on settling the matter of her would-be self.
Still, it was the future that worried her – ever changing, and yet echoes of old mistakes remained even after the Tiamat battle. (It would be nice to sit around a table with Rose, the seraphim, and Sir Sergei one day to hear all their thoughts but for now it was just a dream).
“It is... a fragile process,” Alisha begins, turning from the fruit stalls to where she can smell some of the lighter pastries. “Bartlow’s group is split on the matter. Some think that allying themselves with Breunor will give them the power they’ve so wanted.”
The last bit is whispered, and Alisha remains quiet for a moment except to ask here and there about the ingredients of each confection on display. Her eyes land on an almond cake drizzled in caramel and she raises her eyebrows at Edna.
Only later, when they have made their selection, and can continue to Alisha’s abode does she sigh. “I know humans and malevolence will always coexist but it worries me. The councilmen here have never thought of Hyland’s churches before and Lord Uno and the others in the sanctuaries besides Lailah are still so new, and trying so hard. If only I could explain it all!”
"...is the hat really that uncool?" Or maybe worrying about it was the real test of coolness.
“…It’s pretty….uh. Outspoken.”
"Oof. If a polite kid like you can say that, suppose it's probably true."
He cheers up easily enough though, crossing his arms in a not so subtle attempt at showing off his tattoos.
"Well, no matter! A summoner has to look the part and this has brought me progress. Professors be damned."
ooc; finally was able to take my laptop in so my icons will be back ahhhhhh
a wise man once said: let these weary bones find rest. except kratos was not wise nor was he simply a man. he had the physique of a man still within his prime but the mind of an ancient that had outlived anyone he had ever loved. a man of deep tragedy, that one could almost laugh at the irony. every step for the past few months was aiding him in getting that much closer to redemption, that much closer to a holy salvation. however, these feelings where precisely why the last stronghold of cruxis found himself at the home of altessa, a dwarf whom once aided him in the most inhumane atrocities.
however, what kratos did not expect to see was a certain pink-haired young women who was so much like and unlike himself. a body that is young seeming but a mind that was very old. presea was someone that he never spoke much with during the journey but other than the chosen—no, colette and his son, lloyd. but, did he really speak to others in the group much at all? but mayhap he should’ve ( after his truth was brought to light / after his betrayal ): this makeshift home mixed with workshop was the birthing ground to their shared tragedy ( granted, all was a result of his prior cowardice ): for kratos it was also the genesis of him trying to right the mistakes of yesteryear. the fragmented pieces the former seraphim was desperately trying to once again fit back together.
❝ presea, you have been well i hope. ❞ the vernacular rolls off his tongue like blood fell from the mouth of a hunters first kill—sloppy and with no real care. one might even say his words tasted as long gone babylon from his lips to the wind. awaited retribution needed to be finished on aselia before kratos would depart on derris-kharlan ( even he doubted he’d ever once again walk amongst the same soil of his love and his blood ): what better place to start than with someone that was affected oh so devastatingly by his actions.
❝ how can one hope to correct infractions if they do not begin where they began? ❞ her voice is as a soulless chosen upon the great seed’s zephyr. he deserves the detachment and the emotionless courtesy that kratos knows she is only showing out of happenstance and not from duty. his purpose to the group was over with, one of his greatest joys and failures laid to rest beneath the gravel of tattered broken bodies and several millennia of playing god: of toying with people’s lives. ❝ i had business to discuss with altessa before my departure with derris-kharlan. ❞
he is hesitant to continue, how did one even begin to fix what had been shattered centuries upon centuries ago? how does one even begin to apologize ( kratos knew best and ‘im sorry’ could not and would not fix everything ): however, he did not expect to be forgiven nor did the ancient hero of yore expect any sort of calmness, in fact if presea wanted to throw her axe upon his flesh then he would allow it—it wasn’t like kratos couldn’t block out the pain or heal faster than she could damage him—just as he felt relief from killing kvar in cold blood after over a decade of sorrow, if presea combatir choose, kratos would gladly let her scar and tear into his flesh ( like a deceived young women, like a very wronged child ): unyet he knew she could never give into such rage, even if they both knew he deserved not the slightest of mercies.
❝ i— ❞ but the words catch in his throat and he isn’t properly sure how to articulate them. one hand is holding onto the doorknob to altessa’s and the other is metaphorically grasping at the opportunity to properly bestow upon presea—and by extension alicia, the repentance the sisters are long overdue. ❝ how do the repairs in ozette fair? ❞ but of course kratos knew exactly how the repairs where doing, he could be on another continent and if he wanted, could hone in on such a precise conversion happening two land masses away. it just gave him a moment more to best collect his thoughts: how to best handle the tragedy called presea combatir with immense care.
He starts off by making conversation, and as is often the case when someone does such a thing Presea just continues to stare; for what does well mean to her? She has been better certainly since meeting Lloyd and Colette, but in that she knows she is not special.
“I have been the same,” she says, “Each day I keep back the monsters of Gaoracchia, I come home to Ozette. I visit Papa’s grave.”
She looks back to Ozette’s horizon as she says this, and then catches the taller man’s eyes once more. She does not know much of emotions but even she can identify the pain there; perhaps another would feel sadness and empathy, but again only curiosity comes to Presea’s mind.
“I do not understand,” she tells him once the next words leave his throat (he has always had difficulty speaking, she remembers. Like each syllable weighs upon him as the trunks of trees once weighed upon her). “This is where I began. But your suffering began long ago, did it not? I assume before Altessa had a house here.”
Something else enters her voice then; because she wants to understand, even if he is one of the Four Kharlan Heroes there is something about Kratos - his absence from the flow of life - that reminds Presea of herself. She was not able to talk to Abyssian before he fell by her hand, and so if she could she would like to speak with Kratos further. Her gaze turns to his hands on Altessa’s door and she tilts her head.
“In any case, there is nothing you need to do for me. I am free of the exsphere, and my next steps are my own. But if you have business with Altessa I would like to hear it”
The two men have made decisions by themselves with little input from others long enough. She thinks that is plain enough to see.
“We can go in together if you wish,” she adds, “he may be asleep at this hour but he awakens easily enough when I go to the forge. Ozette has become something of a tourist spot thanks to the large quantity of jerboa statues he helps me in making.”
Hah, Ludger ought to work on being a bit more obvious with his footsteps; seems he scared the poor woman. Unfortunate his Oath won't let him say hello or even make the smallest grunt; socializing would certainly be more convenient. But once she read what he wrote, she brightens up real fast-- she even motions for him to sit down with her.
Ludger nods to her offer, sliding out the closest chair and huddling close enough to snag a good look at her book, the illustrious Celestial Record. Though he gets his own surprise when there's a note for him on the table. Don't often catch someone who's prepped to write at a moment's notice. As to not waste any papyrus, he'll flip her note over to write his reply.
Once Shepherd Sorey purifies the world, sure people will be more receptive! Life now is just too turbulent to believe in "fairy tales". And those who DO believe might question why the mighty Seraphim haven't fixed everything.
Members of the Kresniks, who served a Seraphim, still wondered why Lord Innominat found himself content to hide away in such dire times. If a group of the most devout were left wondering, what's there to keep the average person believing? It's sad, but... Ludger can't blame them.
As a believer, ever read about Innominat? Never met anyone who knows that name. Texts of him are 1000+ years old, so no blame if not! Just sad he does so much for humanity, yet not even the Celestial Record mentions him (◞ ‸ ◟).
“Yes, I am sure you are right,” Alisha agrees, brightening instantly at the mention of Sorey’s name -- “it is only that the records here are so out of touch with today’s world, but Shepherd Sorey is proof those legends still exist. Why, Marlind has felt so alive ever since he came here!”
She wonders if this man is a local, and embarrassed at how impolite she has been with skipping introductions, is about to ask when his next question gives her pause. Innominat is not a name she has ever heard before but she knows enough of the ancient language to guess at what it might mean.
Seraph Innominat? She writes, for even without much knowledge of them the words see, too sacred to say aloud. I have not… but the title of this being means something akin to “without name” does it not? There are many symbols in the Celestial Record that are unmarked and unnamed.
The only ones she knew for sure were the mark of the Shepherd and the crest of the Lord Maotelus for those were the ones with the most recent commentary, but she had scanned all of the Celestial Record - even the parts in the Ancient Tongue she could only vaguely stumble through in understanding.
“Is that the name of one of the five lords? They are mentioned but never by name in this edition,” Alisha says, whispering despite the fact they are the only two so intent on this conversation, and as she does so she moves herself and the book closer to the man as she tries to find the right page.
“There are several crests I thought might belong to one… but I have had little guidance on the matter.” She could hardly ask one of the newly instated lord of lands after all, already so busy as they were!
“Oh my,” she says, looking up finally to catch the other’s eyes, “I’ve stumbled over decorum once again in my excitement. Why, we speak of names and I do not even know yours! Will you not tell me? You may call me Alisha.”
D-7 days until applications open! The crests of Innominat and Maotelus sure do look similar.
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Though it had been the difficult path Shirley has never once regretted turning away from the Raging Nerifes to reach out to everyone that has extended her hand to her.
It's why she cherishes the Legacy so despite its bloody past. It was the place she had met them all; the place where for the first time in six years she had been able to open her heart and let another in. It was where she had met Chloe.
But out on the Mainland, acting as ambassador, she shudders when her feet touch the ground of the Crusand Empire. She should know better than anyone that one's place of origin does not make the person, nor their home, but she thinks of Vaclav and prison walls and shivers.
(She always says she wishes she could be taller like Chloe so she could be more stylish; but that's not entirely true, she wants to stand tall in that same way. As if she always has and always will.)
She looks up at the mountain her sister’s teriques rended in two to save them all and takes a deep breath. She goes to the peace talks and perseveres.
But only back home does she release that breath, though she hasn't realized it until Chloe's arms are around her and she's clinging to her as if adrift.
(She isn't adrift, not any longer, she's warm and alive, and if Chloe can envelop her so fully in her arms maybe Shirley doesn't mind being so short).
They curl up together in Will’s living room on a rug given to them by the Oresoren. She talks, slowly, and Chloe listens. The rest of their family trickles in and the sound of her laughter and others even now is a new and precious thing.
Chloe's hand in her own still, Shirley decides she can bear it all if it means protecting what she now has. What she has been given.
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Touching Meme: Kiss Addition!
Kiss on the forehead: Parental/Familial love
Kiss on the eyelids: You make me sad/Upset
Kiss on the nose: You make me happy
Kiss on the cheek: Platonic love/Friendship/Attraction
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Kiss over the heart: I am connected to you
Kiss over the wrist: I think you are beautiful/I find you attractive
Kiss over the back of the hand: Respect/Admiration/Reverence
Kiss on the palm of the hand: I am yours/I know you have me
Kiss on the knuckles: Protectiveness
Kiss on the fingertips: I care about you
Kiss on the nails: I want to hurt you/You've hurt me
Kiss on the stomach: Sexual attraction/Desire
Kiss on the knees: I want to support you
Kiss on the feet: Fealty/Loyalty/Servitude/Submission
Almost kiss: Interest/Curiosity
No kiss: Indifference/I don’t know you
Bite: Dislike/Hate/Resentment/Enmity
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"...is the hat really that uncool?" Or maybe worrying about it was the real test of coolness.
when will her gf return from the mainland....
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